In the low lamplight of the room, Whitney holds up the glossy pairs like she's offering sin. 'I made these so they feel like nothing and look like everything. Try them.' Cherry and Kimmy can't look away. They grab their choices fast. The nylon slides up their thighs smooth as warm hands. Kimmy tugs the white pair high, watches how they catch the light on every curve. 'Goddamn, Whit, they feel expensive,' she says, rolling her hips to test the cling. Cherry smooths her own, fingertips stroking where the fabric tightens against her skin. 'Fuck, they're perfect.' Whitney watches them touch themselves through the new skin she's given them. She steps closer, voice low. 'There's more where that came from. Built-in tease, built-in thrill. You know what to do.'
In the low lamplight of the room, Whitney holds up the glossy pairs like she's offering sin. 'I made these so they feel like nothing and look like everything. Try them.' Cherry and Kimmy can't look away. They grab their choices fast. The nylon slides up their thighs smooth as warm hands. Kimmy tugs the white pair high, watches how they catch the light on every curve. 'Goddamn, Whit, they feel expensive,' she says, rolling her hips to test the cling. Cherry smooths her own, fingertips stroking where the fabric tightens against her skin. 'Fuck, they're perfect.' Whitney watches them touch themselves through the new skin she's given them. She steps closer, voice low. 'There's more where that came from. Built-in tease, built-in thrill. You know what to do.'
